On the top of the nine-level sky, the Temple of Justice stands majestically, filled with majesty and solemnity.
Deep in the sky prison, with a dull and shocking "rumbling" sound, the heavy prison door slowly opened.
Yang Jian, wearing silver armor that shone with cold light, stood as tall as a pine tree, like the god of war descending. He was followed by two heavenly soldiers, escorting Zhu Bajie, who was unwilling to be captured, into this gloomy place.
Even as a prisoner, Zhu Bajie still spoke harshly and tried to use his status to pressure others: "Yang Jian, listen up, I am a person under the Buddha's throne. How dare you touch a hair on my head?"
"Hurry up and don't waste time!" the Heavenly Soldier urged impatiently.
Zhu Bajie took a staggering step, but still refused to give up: "Hmph, try it, I won't believe you dare! Hey, you guys, how dare you treat me like this?"
Soon, Zhu Bajie was skillfully tied up by the heavenly soldiers and hung upside down next to a prisoner who was almost beyond recognition. At this time, Yang Jian held a long whip and glanced at the prisoner with cold eyes, then turned to Zhu Bajie, the atmosphere was solemn.
Extremely.
Facing this scene, Zhu Bajie remained stubborn: "Yang Jian, I am a close confidant of the Buddha. How dare you act rashly?"
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth curled up in a playful manner, and then with a "pop" sound, the long whip shot out of the air, and said coldly: "Use the Buddha to suppress me? You are not qualified!"
"Ah -" Zhu Bajie screamed, and then gritted his teeth: "Try a little harder, your strength is not enough to even scratch my itch!"
When Yang Jian heard this, he looked stunned: "..."
Immediately afterwards, "Pah, pah, pah!" A series of dense whipping sounds sounded, and each whip fell accurately on Zhu Bajie, until he could no longer scream, and finally could only lower his head softly, muttering: "You...you
Are you planning to make me into braised pork?"
Seeing this, Yang Jian conveniently brought Chen Fei, who was watching the fight, into the scope of "education" and whipped him away.
"Ah——" Chen Fei also exclaimed:???
Yang Jian then nodded with satisfaction and asked in a cold voice: "Zhu Bajie, tell me, who are you going to take Chenxiang to see?"
"Huh, even if you beat me to death, I won't say anything!" Zhu Bajie was lying on the ground, dying, but still stubbornly replied.
Although he is usually greedy for life and afraid of death, and his cultivation is mediocre, he has a rare advantage - loyalty!
A smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips, as if he had already made up his mind: "Could it be that you want to take him to find Sun Wukong?"
Hearing this, Zhu Bajie chuckled, with a hint of pride flashing in his eyes: "Why, are you afraid of my Monkey Brother?"
Yang Jian snorted disdainfully: "I gave him time to catch up, but he could only look at my back and drift away!"
At this moment, the boss of Meishan hurried over and said with a respectful look: "Second Master, Roaring Sky Dog and the others are back."
"Oh? Did you catch Agarwood?" Yang Jian asked directly.
"No." Boss Meishan lowered his head.
"A bunch of trash!" Yang Jian shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked out.
Seeing this, Zhu Bajie finally breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly glad in his heart. To be honest, he was most afraid of pain. The torment just now almost killed him.
At this time, a prisoner next to him asked cautiously: "This...um...brother pig head! How is Chen Xiang?"
Hearing this, Zhu Bajie became furious. He raised his head suddenly and shouted: "You are the pig head, and your whole family is the pig head! I was the Tianpeng Marshal who commanded the Tianhe 100,000 navy, and now I am the Jing under the Buddhist command.
Altar messenger! How dare you, a junior like you, be so rude?"
His words were righteous and powerful, as if he had returned to the time when he was majestic and arrogant.
The prisoner quickly nodded and bowed, and said with an apologetic smile: "Ah, it turns out to be Mr. Jingtan Envoy, disrespectful! Excuse me, do you know what Chen Xiang's condition is now?"
After hearing this, Zhu Bajie nodded with satisfaction, but then his strength seemed to be drained by this question. He gasped and asked in a low voice: "You...who are you?"
The prisoner quickly introduced himself: "I am Chen Xiang's father, my name is Chen Fei!"
When Zhu Bajie heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that my old Zhu is so popular. I can meet acquaintances here!"
"Agarwood...how is he doing now?" Chen Fei asked eagerly.
Zhu Bajie let out another long sigh, as if he had endless bitterness: "Hey, this kid Chenxiang is not doing well now! He is such an old man, and he can't even marry a daughter-in-law! It's really sad!
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When Chen Fei heard this, he was stunned, his face full of questions.
Is this what he wants to ask? He just wants to know when that kid can take off. Although it is said that one can become a great person only by enduring hardships, but why does he always have to endure hardships?
This Zhu Bajie doesn't look very reliable at first glance. He wouldn't have led his son astray. Then wouldn't he have to suffer a little more time? It would be uncomfortable!
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Tmall City is a mysterious city that floats between reality and reality, traveling through the fog of the past, present and even the future.
To any strong person in the Three Realms, it is like an unfathomable mystery, both powerful and full of unknowns.
In the past, many immortals and gods had issued warnings to the Queen Mother, the ruler of the three realms, the supreme being who once looked down upon all living beings as an immortal. However, in the end, these warnings were ignored and did not receive the attention and treatment they deserved.
Since then, all the creatures in the three realms seemed to have realized some kind of indescribable tacit understanding, and no one dared to mention this matter easily.
Tmall Square City is like a corner that has been forgotten by the powerful people in the three realms. It exists quietly, neither completely accepted nor completely rejected.
There is a tavern, located in a corner of the world, but it has a reputation far and wide, claiming to be an absolutely safe place.
It is said that as long as you pay a sufficient price, you can find shelter in this tavern, and even the supreme justice god can do nothing about it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This mystery and power make the tavern an existence that everyone awes. There are even different opinions about its background, and no one knows the truth.
Herringbone number 999, flowers bloom, wealth and private room.
Agarwood was alone, holding a wine glass in her hand, drinking silently.
His eyes were empty, as if he had lost all color and hope, and he seemed hopeless. At this moment, he was like a lonely boat lost in the vast sea, not knowing where to go.
His heart was swallowed up by endless pain and despair!
The woman he loved most betrayed him and stole the only treasure he could use to fight against the God of Justice and save his mother. And the master he respected the most, in order to save him, stood up alone and fought fiercely with the God of Justice, but in the end...
He was also captured, imprisoned in a sky prison, and subjected to hell-like torture.
The latest issue of "Tianting Daily" even devoted a special page to reporting the "crime" of the Pure Altar Messenger and the suffering he suffered.
This report undoubtedly caused an uproar in the three realms. The great powers of Buddhism expressed strong opposition and strong condemnation to this. It is said that the Buddha is also negotiating with the justice gods, trying to win justice for the messengers of the Purification Altar.
However, to Chen Xiang, all this no longer mattered.
He lost his father, his lover, and his master. He seemed to have lost the whole world, and there was no more love or warmth in his heart.
He drank in silence, letting his tears intertwined with the wine, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold table.
"Gududu~" Chenxiang suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The wine was just like his mood at the moment, bitter and heavy, filled with confusion and despair, almost drowning him.
After a long time, he slowly put down the wine bottle and looked out the window with empty eyes.
There, the vast blue sea surface shines dazzlingly in the sun, and occasionally you can see a Kunpeng that covers the sky and flies freely between the sea and the sky, showing endless majesty and power.
This is the uniqueness of a tavern. The scenery in each room is unique, as if it can lead guests to different worlds.
It is said that there was once an extremely bored man who spent a lot of money to experience every room in this tavern, just to appreciate the endless wonder and beauty.
The key thing is, which grand master did not experience all the rooms in this tavern until he went bankrupt. No one knows what the owner of this tavern went through to imagine those strange, magnificent and shocking scenery.
However, to Chen Xiang, these are like passing clouds and have nothing to do with him.
He was able to enter this tavern with his master's token, and the coins on the token were about to be exhausted. According to the regulations of Fangshi, if he ran out of money, he would be kicked out of Fangshi.
Once he loses the shelter here, he will fall into the all-pervasive pursuit of the gods of justice. Under such a dragnet, he will soon follow in the footsteps of his master, which will be an unimaginable disaster.
At this moment, Chen Xiang's heart was filled with regret and self-blame.
He regretted his arrogance and ignorance. If he had not relied too much on that treasure, but had learned more magical powers from his master, even if he only learned one or two of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs, he would have been able to escape the pursuit easily.
That way, he wouldn't be so helpless and desperate now. But unfortunately, there is no regret medicine for sale in this world.
"Plop~" With a sound, the door was pushed open violently, and the eighth prince Ao Chun stepped in with excitement on his face and shouted loudly: "Agarwood, look, I have found a strong supporter for you."
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She is my fourth princess of the East China Sea, Ao Tingxin. She is extremely powerful. She has had a head-to-head confrontation with the God of Justice and the three great gods of the sea society, but she was defeated!"
Chen Xiang raised his head when he heard the words, and wherever he looked, a white-haired, childlike, gentle and amiable acquaintance was standing there. He looked very familiar. As soon as his thoughts changed, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Fourth Aunt?"
This man usually comes home to visit his father during holidays!
The eighth prince, Ao Chun, was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face.
Ao Tingxin smiled softly, her eyes full of tenderness and encouragement: "Agarwood, don't be discouraged. Although you have fallen into a desperate situation, as the saying goes, 'risk yourself to death and survive', you still have a glimmer of hope."
Chen Xiang's spirit was lifted and she asked eagerly: "Fourth Aunt, please give me some advice!"
"Become my disciple, the Monkey King, the Monkey King!" Ao Tingxin said directly.
Chen Xiang's expression dimmed instantly, and she said a little discouraged: "Originally, Master planned to take me to become a disciple, but before he could find Sun Wukong, he... Now, no one knows where Sun Wukong is."
Ao Tingxin smiled confidently, and that smile seemed to be able to illuminate all the darkness: "As long as we, the Dragon Clan, are willing, there is nothing that we don't know about, big or small, in the three realms."
The eyes of the eighth prince Ao Chun lit up, he clapped his hands excitedly and said, "Yes, why did I forget about Zhihu store? I just asked about the location, and it shouldn't cost much.
As long as we know the location, even if Sun Wukong is hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, with our dragon clan's methods, we can command the beasts in the mountains and dig three feet into the ground to find him!"
The spark of hope ignited again in Chenxiang's heart.
Hope, the most precious thing in the world, is like a beacon in the darkness, guiding the wanderer in the direction forward.
After a while, Chen Xiang arrived near Mount Emei in an instant with the latest news in mind, using the exclusive transmission channel of a secret force under the Dragon Clan.
Now, his heart is full of hope and confidence.
At the same time, Ao Tingxin stood on the towering attic, quietly staring in the direction in which Agarwood left.
She stood with her hands behind her hands, exuding a domineering and majestic look, which was completely different from the gentle image in front of Chenxiang. Behind her, Ao Chun looked at her with admiration, with endless admiration in her eyes.
After the two major events of Conferred God and Journey to the West, the Dragon Clan deeply reflected and decided to completely change its past style. Whether it is treasures, power or resources, they are no longer limited to the circulation among direct lineages, but are comprehensively based on merit, age and combat power.
assessment.
Among them, meritorious service accounts for 30%, age accounts for 10%, and combat strength is as high as 60%. Among the younger generation, members of the Dragon Clan under a thousand years old, based on the comprehensive ranking of these three criteria, Ao Tingxin is undoubtedly an outstanding leader.
And Ao Chun's so-called "Eighth Prince" is just a name within the family. The fourth princess in front of her, Ao Tingxin, is the real fourth strong person in the entire Dragon Clan.
If she hadn't been plotted by Nezha and suffered a loss of combat power, no one would have doubted her ability to lead the Dragon Clan to glory again.
Ao Chun couldn't help the curiosity in his heart and asked: "Fourth Princess, is it really worth it for us, the Dragon Clan, to spend such a huge price to befriend Agarwood and become enemies of the God of Justice and even the entire heaven?"
You know, the price of obtaining information related to immortals and gods on platforms like Zhihu has always been astonishingly expensive, let alone when it involves well-known immortals and gods like Monkey King, the Monkey King.
Ao Tingxin turned around and smiled slightly, that smile was full of profound meaning.
"When playing chess, it's never about right or wrong, but whether it's worth it." She said slowly, "And once you make a move, you have no regrets!"
After hearing this, Ao Chun fell into deep thought and seemed to have some understanding.
